


Beth's Blooms

by fortunehasgivenup



Category: Good Girls (TV)
Genre: AU, Explicit Sexual Content, F/M, Florists, Mistaken Identity, One Shot, Post-Divorce, Sex, Weddings
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-08-23
Updated: 2019-08-23
Packaged: 2020-09-24 19:54:03
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,848
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20364181
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/fortunehasgivenup/pseuds/fortunehasgivenup
Summary: When Tania comes into Beth’s flower shop to pick flowers for her wedding, accompanied by a man named Rio, Beth knows she shouldn’t give him a second look. He certainly shouldn’t be giving her the kinds of looks he’s giving her while he’s standing in her shop with his fiancée.There’s a saying about what happens when you make assumptions.





	Beth's Blooms

**Author's Note:**

  * For [medievalraven](https://archiveofourown.org/users/medievalraven/gifts).

Beth smiled at her 11:30 as the woman looked around. She’d just arrived on her own and introduced herself as Tania.

“Is there a particular style you’re looking for?” Beth asked. “A Pinterest board maybe?”

Tania turned back towards Beth with a sheepish look. “I’m hopeless with this kind of thing,” she laughed, obviously self conscious. “That’s what Rio’s for.”

Beth opened her mouth to ask who or what a Rio was when the bell over the door jingled.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” a deep voice called out. Tania moved towards the door with a big grin on her face. Ah, so that’s who Rio was. Blocked by the ribbon shelf, Beth gave them a few seconds of privacy before coming out from behind the counter.

“This,” Tania pointed to the man at her side, “is Rio.”

Beth had to stop herself from embarrassing herself by swooning or something equally horrifying. Jesus. He was…hot. Not in an every day, absentmindedly thinking that a man was handsome, but in a stop in your tracks kind of way. The tattoo peeking up from the collar of his jacket just drew attention to his jawline, emphasized his cheekbones.

Beth swallowed and stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Beth.”

“Hello,” he returned the greeting, shaking her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, showing a set of straight teeth and making the piercing in his nose wink as the light hit it.

“Alright,” Beth led them towards a table where she’d set out some samples and photos. “Let’s talk about what you want. With six weeks, there isn’t really much time to waste.”

Tania, for all her insistence that she was hopeless, was opinionated, with an eye for the dramatic.

“You want the bouquet to draw attention away from your dress?” Rio asked at one point, looking some combination of amused and indulgent as he stared Tania down.

Tania pursed her lips. “Fine,” she said, then wandered off towards a display of peonies with a toss of her hair.

He muttered something under his breath and when he met Beth’s eyes, he lifted one eyebrow. “You probably get all kinds,” he said, stepping towards her.

“Yeah,” Beth agreed. “Don’t worry, she seems reasonable.”

“I heard that!” Tania called out as she circled a display.

Rio smirked and shook his head. “She seems reasonable now,” he whispered, “but wait until she’s got a couple drinks in her. Next thing you know, she’ll be getting you to build a scale flower model of her.”

Beth laughed. “Haven’t had that request before,” she told him.

“No?” He leaned against the counter. He smiled at her and Beth was taken aback by the warmth in his eyes.

She shook her head.

“What’s the weirdest request you’ve ever had?’

Beth lifted her chin. “I don’t talk about clients,” she told him, which just made him smile wider.

“Course, Elizabeth.”

She was about to tell him that just Beth was fine, but the bell over the door signalled someone coming in.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping around him to see who it was.

It was an apology for a forgotten anniversary and Beth put her heart into making the bouquet she wished Dean had brought her rather than the plain roses he’d always gone for. She swiped the man’s card and sent him on his way to make up to his partner, only to find that Rio was still leaning against the counter.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Tan's still looking, though I think she’s gonna go for the purple ones.”

“Yeah?” Tania hadn’t shown any particular predilection for anything.

“It’s her favourite colour,” he answered.

“Oh.”

Of course he would know his fiancée’s preferences. She smiled at him and nodded.

Still leaning against the counter, Rio was looking her up and down in an openly appreciative way. 

Beth was taken aback by his openness, considering his fiancée was a few feet away. His eyes lingered at her breasts even though they were covered by her heavy denim button-up. 

For a brief moment, Beth imagined what it would feel like to have his full lips on her skin, the fingers that were drumming a tattoo against the counter on her body.

“I think I’ve picked!” Tania came around the corner, looking excited. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over Beth’s head.

Clearing her throat, she stepped out from behind the counter and approached Tania. “What are you thinking?”

“Purple!” Tania beamed.

Rio had been right.

—————

Beth stretched as Annie set out a line of movies.

“Okay, we’re got Heath Ledger,” she tapped 10 Things I Hate About You, “we’ve got Steve McQueen,” Annie pushed The Magnificent Seven forward.

“Why?” Beth asked.

“They’re all your crushes!” Annie threw up her hands like Beth should have known that. “We’re gonna go through all the classics,” Annie said, “try to get the vroom vroom vroom back in your vagina.”

Beth made a face and a noise of disgust.

Ruby groaned. “Don’t. That’s just - no.”

Annie sighed, throwing herself down onto the couch. “Some life back into your lady garden? A spark back in your fire of love?”

“You made that up,” Ruby cut her off. “That’s not a thing.”

“It could be,” Annie argued. “What I’m trying to say is that my sister over there,” Annie’s arm came up to point in Beth’s direction, “is about as sexless as Barbie right now and it’s starting to freak me out.”

“No I’m not!” Beth snapped.

Ruby made a face. “No, she’s got a point. You’ve been very…uninterested lately. But,” she looked at Annie, “that doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong. Maybe she just needs some recovery time.”

“I met someone I was into!” Beth protested.

It was the wrong thing to say. Ruby, scenting blood, whipped her head in Beth’s direction. “Oh? Do tell.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” Beth shrugged. “I met him. He’s really handsome.”

“What does that even mean?” Ruby asked.

Annie stuck her head up over the back of the couch. “Is he like “set your panties on fire” hot?”

“He’s getting married,” Beth said. “I’m the florist for his wedding.” Annie gave her a ‘so?’ look. “I wouldn’t go there in a thousand years.”

Annie sighed. “Why do you have to be so boring and considerate?”

“Do I need to remind you that my husband cheated on me?”

Annie pouted. “You can’t just pull that out as a trump card whenever you want!”

“I’m not -“ Beth pinched the bridge of her nose.

She heard Annie yelp in a way that suggested Ruby had jabbed her or something.

“This is a good thing, isn’t it, Bee?” Ruby asked.

Beth dropped her hand. “How is this a good thing?”

Ruby glanced at Annie, who was rubbing her arm. “Remember how you said you hadn’t really been feeling anybody?”

Beth could remember that conversation in vivid detail. The divorce had just gone through. Ruby and Annie had been liberal with their pours and Beth had admitted that not only had she not been sexually attracted to Dean in years, she hadn’t really felt like that about anyone in a while.

She nodded.

“Well if you feel like that about this guy,” Ruby reasoned, “then even if this particular attraction isn’t appropriate, it’s gotta mean something, right? Maybe you’re ready to get out there again, pursue a romantic relationship.”

Annie nodded. “And that’s why Ruby is the smartest of us all,” she said. “Can you fix my life after you do Beth’s?”

Ruby shot Annie a look. “I already told you what you have to do.”

Annie kicked up her feet onto the coffee table. “Yeah, but that stuff sounded awful.”

Beth giggled, glad to be off the topic of Rio and her ongoing dry spell.

————————

Tania and Rio were pretty hands off after the initial consultation. Beth sent Tania some photos of arrangements and her responses were always prompt and enthusiastic. When asked, she sent Beth a photo of her dress and accessories with the message, “Can’t let the fiancée see these!”

She didn’t see either of them again. Not until a week before the date.

Beth didn’t even realize that it was Tania waving at her at first, thrown off by the man at her side, who had a very possessive arm over her shoulder. Her heart stopped.

Was Tania cheating on Rio? Oh fuck, what was Beth supposed to do? They were too close now to pretend that she hadn’t seen her, but who flaunted their affair like this to the florist they’d hired for their wedding?

“Hi Beth!” Tania called out, tugging the man with her. “This is so great! I was wondering if we were going to get all the way to the wedding without you meeting Christopher! Chris, this is Beth.”

“Christopher?” Beth found herself saying. “I thought that -“

Tania turned her head towards Beth. “You thought that…” she trailed off.

“Rio,” Beth said weakly. “I thought that you and he were -“

Tania’s eyes widened in understanding as Christopher, the real Christopher just looked amused. “Oh no, he’s a good friend!” She explained. “And Chris had to be out of town with his latest project, so I’ve been dragging Rio to appointments with me as the voice of reason.”

Christopher snorted. “Rio as the voice of reason?” He drawled. “We’re doomed.” He extended his hand towards Beth. “It’s nice to meet you. Tania has been showing me all kinds of pictures of your work. Rio too.”

Flushing, Beth took his hand. “Nice to meet you as well. I’m sorry for not -“

“Nah, it’s cool.” There was something about the way that he spoke and held himself that reminded Beth of Rio. “It’s my fault that I haven’t been able to be around.”

“No,” Tania wrapped her arms around his middle. “It’s your boss’ fault.”

He snorted and shook his head, then returned his attention to Beth. “I should get this one home. She’s had a couple margaritas.”

“I had one!”

Christopher tilted her head back and looked down at her. “You had three.”

Tania giggled, then let go of him. “Nice to see you Beth! I’ll drop off the ribbons on Friday!”

Beth nodded. “Of course. Nice to meet you, Christopher.”

“Just Chris,” he said. “Nice to meet you too, Elizabeth.”

He had already walked away by the time she realized that he’d called her Elizabeth. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw the couple walking away. Tania had introduced her as Beth, but Chris had said Elizabeth. There was only one other person that had called her that recently.

———————

It was Rio, not Tania, who showed up the night before the wedding to drop off the ribbons that Beth would need to tie around the bouquets in the morning. The knock on the door startled Beth into dropping her shears - thankfully onto the worktable rather than the floor or, even worse, her foot.

Frowning - she had turned off all the outside lights, so no one should have mistaken her for open - she walked to the front of the shop. Rio stood at the door, a small box in his hands.

“Oh, hello,” she greeted him after unlocking the door to let him in.

“Hey,” he replied. “Tania says you met Christopher.”

Beth flushed. “Uh, yeah. Those the ribbons?” She pointed to the box in his hand.

He passed it over. “She said you seemed surprised, but wouldn’t explain what she meant.”

“Oh,” Beth busied herself with locking the doors again before leading him towards the back, “I hadn’t realized that I hadn’t met Christopher.”

She glanced up when he didn’t say anything.

“Wait,” Rio’s brow wrinkled, “you thought that me and Tan?”

Beth nodded.

He threw back his head and laughed. “That’d be like marrying my sister,” he said once he’d stopped.

_What else was I supposed to think_, Beth didn’t say.

He seemed to realize something. “That why you gave me the cold shoulder?”

“What?” Beth straightened up.

Rio shook his head. “No wonder you were shutting me down. You thought I was planning my wedding and trying to flirt with the florist at the same time?”

“You wouldn’t be the first man to do it,” Beth said, stepping away.

He sobered. “It happen often?”

“No,” Beth assured him, although she wasn’t sure why she was bothering.

“You’re not married?”

“I was,” Beth answered. “But I don’t really talk about that. Don’t want to scare away brides by telling them I’m newly divorced. They’re a pretty superstitious group.”

“How newly?” He asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Beth dumped the ribbons onto it.

“Less than a year,” she said.

“How’s that going?”

Beth turned away from him. “It’s fine.”

“Didn’t take advantage of your single status and go wild?” He came around the counter and started to pick things up, inspect them, and put them down.

With a huff, Beth reached over to stop him. “I’m still a mother of four,” she reminded him.

“So that’s a no then?” He slid his hand out from under hers. Beth lowered hers, but as soon as she did, he picked up her stapler. Beth’s hand darted back out to grab his hand.

In seconds, he had spun her so that her back was to the table, almost caught between it and him.

His eyes lowered slowly, then flicked back up. His eyes were darker in the dim light. “I’m gonna kiss you,” he said, but he didn’t right away. He seemed to be waiting for a sign. Beth swallowed and tipped her head back.

That was apparently enough.

His mouth crashed down on hers, his hand releasing the stapler in order to grab her hips.

Like a dam releasing, Beth felt as though she were being slammed with all the desire she hadn’t been feeling for years. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed as close to him as she could.

He groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Beth’s fingers, used to moving through hair, rubbed uselessly over Rio’s buzzed scalp. He didn’t seem to mind. The hands on her hips hoisted her up onto the work table, allowing Rio to stand between her parted legs.

One hand shifted to settle on her ass, the other one came up to hold her head in place. His fingers curled up into her hair and held her face against his, loosening her half-assed bun.

“Fuck,” he panted, “if I’d known I could get you this hot for me, I never would have fucked around.” He didn’t let her answer, slamming their lips together again. “Woulda come right back in after walking Tan to her car.”

Beth bit his lower lip, pulling it between her teeth, then soothing the nip with her tongue.

Beth’s hands searched for something to grab onto, finally just clenching his shirt in her fists.

The table underneath her was solid - had to be for the amount of stuff she did on it - but not exactly comfortable. She squirmed, searching for a better way to sit.

“The office,” she pulled away to say.

When Rio’s face twisted in confusion, she lifted a hand to point towards the back room door.

“There’s a loveseat,” she said.

His lips pulled up into a pleased grin. “Oh yeah? Want me to make love to you there?”

Beth flushed. “Don’t tease,” she said, pushing lightly at his chest.

His face turned serious as he rocked back a fraction of an inch. “I’m not,” he said. “Promise.”

He stepped back and held out a hand to help Beth hop down from the work table. She did just that, but he didn’t let go of her hand as he led the way through to the back of the shop.

The desk was a bit of a mess, but Beth always made an effort to keep the couch clear of any debris. Rio backed up and took a seat, tugging Beth to straddle him. The move forced her apron to ride up uncomfortably, so she reached back to untie it.

Rio had no such concerns, choosing instead to kiss Beth and hold her close by her hips. She had to pull away so she could pull the apron over her head and he made a noise of disappointment, but promptly busied himself with undoing the buttons of her shirt until he’d uncovered her chest.

By then, she’d tossed the apron aside and used her newly freed hands to run over the back of his head. He ran his lips along the edge of her bra, still unbuttoning her shirt.

“Been thinking about these,” he said when he pulled away. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts, lifting them and then releasing to watch them bounce. Their movement was restricted by her bra, but he didn’t seem upset by that. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, ducking his head down so that he could bury his face between them.

Beth yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders so that she didn’t fall backwards.

Apparently, Rio was a tit man.

“You can take off my bra,” she told him.

The second it was out of her mouth, his hands were undoing the clasp and pulling the straps down her arms. It fell somewhere to the side and Rio used his newly unoccupied hands to cup her breasts and lift them towards his mouth.

He moved from side to side, kissing her bare skin, biting and rubbing his cheeks against her too. She was going to be all red afterwards, but she didn’t want to push him away. Instead, she squirmed on his lap, rubbing herself against his solid thigh, moving closer to his cock.

“How far you want this to go?” His voice was rough when he lifted his face from her chest.

Beth gnawed on her lower lip. How far did she want this to go? She looked at him, then stood up. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but it was gone instantly when she dropped her hands to her waistband.

She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down over her hips as she took off her flats.

Rio leaned back to watch, running his palm over the bulge in his pants.

“You too,” she said. “I don’t want to be the only naked one.”

“You ain’t naked,” he drawled. “Least not yet.”

Beth gave him a look. “And if you don’t catch up, I won’t get naked.”

He laughed, but scooted forward on the couch to pull his shirt over his head. He was toned, but not overly muscled like one of those guys who spent all of their time working out. In addition to the bird on his throat, he had a few other tattoos on his arms, but he was otherwise bare. 

She wasn’t expecting him to stand, so when he did, she didn’t step back and he bumped into her.

“Oh!” She said, startled, but his hand on her hip stopped her from stumbling back. He pressed against her, using his other hand to pull her face upwards for a kiss.

Deciding to take things into her own hands, Beth moved to undo Rio’s belt. The leather was soft and smooth under her fingers as she unbuckled it before moving onto the fly of his pants. She could feel his hard cock against her hand.

He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, slipping his fingertips under the cotton of her plain panties to touch her ass.

Pushing down his pants, Beth felt a thrill when his cock bobbed up towards her.

Rio pushed his whole hand down the back of her underwear to palm her ass as he stepped even closer. He didn’t stay still for long - his other hand came down to slide in the front of her panties and his fingers started to stroke her.

He hummed when he broke the kiss. “You’re wet.” His voice was rough.

Beth flushed.

He slowly breached her with a single finger, sinking it in to the root and making Beth rise onto her toes a little. Rubbing her clit with his palm, his other hand tugged her panties down.

“This all for me?” He asked, crooking his finger.

Beth groaned and arched her back, forcing her breasts against Rio’s chest.

“Yeah, it is,” he answered his own question. Pulling out slightly, he started a slow in and out slide.

He stepped away and she almost stumbled, but he bent to nuzzle her chest.

“Do you have a fixation?” She asked, her hips starting to shift a little restlessly on Rio’s hand.

Chuckling, he bit her nipple. “I might be developing one,” he said, starting to tease her with a second finger. He opened his mouth and sucked.

When he pulled off with a wet pop, he studied her nipple, then looked up at her. “Pretty,” he said, then repeating the action on the other side.

His second finger was a stretch. She didn’t normally bother with penetration and two of her fingers were smaller than his, but he didn’t rush.

Beth wasn’t sure when she’d grabbed onto his shoulders, but she kneaded them in her hands as he fingered her.

“Oh!” She gasped when both of his fingers were all the way in.

“I’m thinking,” Rio said, his voice even raspier now, “I bend you over the side of this couch.”

Beth shivered even as she started to nod.

“Yeah?” He asked. She nodded again. With a smile, his fingers still hooked inside of her, he took a step back. Beth followed as he tugged her to the end of the couch, working her even as he did.

Rio scissored his fingers as he pulled them out, making Beth squeak. Something about the noise seemed to amuse him, but his smile wasn’t mocking and he kissed her softly as if to reassure her.

She could _feel_ her wetness on his fingers as he turned her to face away from him.

Beth bent over the arm of the couch, guided by Rio’s hands on her back. His palms felt gigantic spanning her waist, his long fingers squeezing her lightly.

Draping himself over her back, Rio let go of her with one hand. She didn’t wonder where it had gone for long - his fingers briefly dipped into her, then his cock was pressing against her.

Rio mouthed at her shoulder blade as he ran the head of his cock up and down over her entrance. She gasped when he rubbed her clit, building the fire in her belly.

“You like that, huh,” he commented, lifting his mouth from her skin. Beth nodded. It felt like her skin had been rubbed raw - everything felt so sensitive. She could feel the texture of the arm of the couch against her belly, her forearms, the front of her thighs. He circled the tip over her clit a few more times, then shifted so that it was resting right where she wanted it.

Needed it.

He pressed in, just shallowly at first, working the head in and rocking in and out. His hands came up to rest on her ass, thumbs spreading her open. He was thicker than a couple of fingers - even if those fingers were his.

Beth flushed and squirmed. What was taking so long?

Rio chuckled. “Don’t rush it,” he murmured. But then he pushed all the way in, knocking Beth’s breath out of her.

It had been a while since she’d had something inside of her that wasn’t either her own fingers or silicone. She had forgotten how _good_ it could feel.

His hands had shifted to her hips at some point and she could feel his fingers digging in as he held her in place while pulling out. He did it slowly, like he was trying to give her time to adjust to him.

Beth wanted him to just lose it and pound into her. He’d been so controlled with her.

She tightened around him with everything she had.

“Fuck!” The hands on her hips bit into flesh.

She relaxed, then did it again, earning a grunt this time.

“Fuck me,” she said over her shoulder.

Rather than saying anything, he pulled out and thrust back in quickly, driving Beth into the couch. Her fingers curled, wanting something to grab onto, but there was nothing.

“Like that?” He said, setting a fast pace.

Moaning, Beth nodded. Tilting her hips a little further to ease the way, her head dropped down between her arms.

His right hand moved so that he was cupping her mound, fingers rubbing far too softly.

“Harder,” Beth moaned.

He gathered her wetness and shifted to press against her clit.

She gasped. “Yes.”

“You like it a little rough, huh,” he said. Before she could answer, his other hand darted to her hair and tugged her head up and back. The shift in position meant that her nipples were rubbing against the rough fabric of the couch. She was going to be so red tomorrow, but she didn’t care because Rio’s cock was practically carving a place for him inside of her as his fingers applied an unrelenting pressure against her clit.

She could feel herself getting wetter, making Rio’s thrusts easier as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. He didn’t let up, and his touch became even more focused. Her mouth fell open with a cry as he pushed her over.

Beth shut her eyes as she came with a long moan, each stroke of Rio’s cock and rub of his fingers drawing it out until she slumped forward. He let go of her hair and clit, grabbing her hips instead to jerk her backwards against him.

As Rio chased after his own peak, his pace built until the slap of his thighs against the backs of hers was almost constant.

Beth let out little groans with every thrust, feeling sensitive in the best way.

When he came, it was with a tortured sounding grunt as his hands fell onto the couch on either side of her as his hips pressed as far into her as humanly possible. He ground against her and cursed.

Beth could hear how pitiful her moan was and Rio must have too. He kissed her shoulder before pulling out slowly. Beth felt empty. Greedy for more now that she’d been reminded of how good it could be.

Like he knew what she was thinking, he pushed his softening cock back inside of her for a moment, then withdrew.

“So,” Rio said, “what’s your favourite flower?”

Beth looked at him over her shoulder, breathless, mind scrambled.

“What?” He asked. “I’m curious.”

She shook her head.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll guess then.”

Rio reached out and picked up a lily.

Beth shook her head. “Nope.”

He looked around the room, gaze gone calculating. Beth bit her lip as she watched him. After a moment, he stood, pulling his underwear back on.

Beth reached out to grab her shirt.

“You put that on, we got a problem, Elizabeth,” he said without turning around.

She dropped it without thinking, but moved to sit gingerly on the couch. She was never telling Annie about this. Ever.

He came back to the couch, hands behind his back. She’d missed him picking up a flower. He reached her, then brought both hands around to his front.

Laughing, Beth took the peony.

“Am I right?” He asked, joining her on the couch.

She nodded, touching the soft petals with her fingertips. “How’d you know?”

“When you were doing Tania’s bouquet,” he said, reaching out to touch her the same way she was handling the flower, “you always brightened up a little whenever peonies came up.”

He’d noticed that? Beth hadn’t even realized that she reacted to them.

Rio leaned over. She only had a second to close her eyelids before he kissed them.

“Do I get my prize now?” He asked, pulling away.

Beth looked at him. “Prize?”

Rio nodded.

“I don’t remember promising a prize,” she said.

“No?” He tugged lightly on a lock of her hair. “Because I was hoping you’d let me take you out to dinner.”

Beth smiled, feeling shy despite all that they’d just done. “I could maybe do that.”

“Maybe?” Rio teased. “What I gotta do to make that a yes?”

Biting her lip, Beth glanced away. “I have four kids.”

“I got one.”

Her attention returned to him. “Really?”

He nodded.

“I have to consider them,” she explained.

“I understand,” Rio said. “That why you don’t want to date?”

“It’s why dating will be complicated,” Beth replied.

“It usually is,” Rio said, letting go of her hair, just to pick up another piece. “My job is pretty demanding. There’s gonna be times that I gotta cancel or postpone.”

“What do you do?” Beth realized that she didn’t know a lot about Rio.

“Sales. So that means yes, you’ll go out with me?” He asked, his other hand coming to her hip.

Beth smiled. “I’ll go out with you.”

**Author's Note:**

> A belated birthday gift for medievalraven, who wants more AUs. (She's right.) In this universe, Rio is a crime boss. I have no intention of writing more for this. Thank you to medievalraven and neveroffanon for beta-ing!
> 
> As per usual, thank you for reading, kudos-ing, and commenting + let me know if there's content I should warn for!


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